

Primal LustTied together in loathing, holding on to primal passions. Dirt, blood, sweat, and tears. Binding us as if it were an unearthly glue. We walk together in loneliness, but hide our obsession in shame. You're my dauntless little warrior, ready to throw yourself into my fight. open your arms, Tare down the walls. I'm sick of our little chase. I'm the winner, wild and victorious.Primal Lust
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